Small Piece of Heaven

So I was surfing the forums here and found 'Rae Kitano's LBGT Short Story Challange' and decided to  give it a try. I don't exactly know if it will count for the challenge, but this is the closest my mind could get. It involves a toilet, so I'm guessing is good? LOL ... I hope RaeKitano likes it, cuz i love her work with a passion! >w< Teehee.

-Shax <3

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Life sucks and then you die... the purest truth I have heard in so long.

Please let it be over, I thought as I strained to get up from the floor without putting much weight on my wrist. I tried to ignore the throbbing pain that shot up my leg. This will pass, I told myself as I took a deep breath, held it, and stood up straight. Tears dwelled in the corner of my eyes, making my vision blurrier than usual. Where are my glasses? I know I had dropped them when I was smacked right into the wall. It’s not that I need them to see, but they make me feel safe somehow. Even with the blurriness, I could point them out.

There they were, my tormentors, standing right in front of me with a smirk on their lips and the last of my dignity on their bloody hands.

“Don’t you even think about ratting us out, Troy, or the next time I see you…” Colton, the leader of the ‘lets kick Troy’s ass every chance we get’ club, said in a menacing voice. Those hazel green eyes had starred in my every waking fantasy, but ever since tenth grade I have learned to fear them.

“I won’t say a word, Colton.” I whispered, wishing that they would leave already so I could gather my things and crawl my way to the restroom to clean up. I doubted my biology teacher would let me sit in class looking like I had just been in a stampede.

“You believe this fag, Colt?” One of the goons asked, spitting on the floor.

I could see Colton’s head nodding and I sighed in relief. The ‘goons’ clapped each other on the back as they started to walk away, leaving Colton and I alone. I gulped as I tried my damn hardest to stand very still and try to blend in to the wall. The guy’s about a five inches taller than me, so I was feeling pretty small at the moment.

“See you later, Troy,” Colton said in an amused tone. That’s when I heard it, the sound of glasses being stepped on by a size thirteen shoe. Colton laughed as he walked away and I tried not to cry.

As I made my way to the locker room, I tried not to bump into anyone. It wasn’t that I was embarrassed of how I looked, but my body was still sore from the beating I had just taken. One would think that I should be used to this, right? Well, I’m not used to it and I refuse to get used to it. My brother says I should just blend in and not call much attention to myself, but he doesn’t understand. Even if I try to be a wallflower, Colton and his gang will find me and torture me until I beg for them to stop. Colton will notice me even if I clone myself a thousand times.

He will always know where I am.

Sad thing is that I used to be one of them. Colton and I used to be best friends. I know it’s cliché to be ex-best friends with who now is your bully, but we were really inseparable. I used to be the one clowning on smart kids and kicking their asses along side Colton. There were times when Colton and I made it a challenge to see who would kick more asses in a week. I used to believe that I was having fun, until the situations changed and I ended up on the other side with a fist connecting with my jaw.

What changed? It’s very simple; I had an accident which cost me my chance at becoming the leading quarterback in tenth grade. Due to the trauma my body had gone through, I couldn’t exercise as much as I used to. I changed dramatically in the summer of ninth grade. I went from the dirty blonde jock that gets all the girls, to Colton’s friend who had been in an accident and was now a nerd. Colton didn’t care that I couldn’t play football anymore since he considered us ‘brothers from another mother’, but he drew the line when I had decided to come clean to him about my sexuality.